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The Heretic

The Heretic
by Charles E S Fairey 


I was once a Heretic, to all but the few 
The Rabbis, sold my soul, to the Roman devil 
But I ascended, as the mightiest rebel 
And set fire, to the imposing darkness 
And, became the Lion, the Lord of fullness. 

I was once a Heretic, to all but the few 
Even now my disciples, my children, they follow 
They find me, in society’s exclusion, and enforced sorrow 
For who but the Lord, loves you in the darkness 
And makes you part of his, in bountiful fullness. 

I was once a Heretic, to all but the few 
They still say my lady, was a woman of sin 
Yet they rule in the celebrating of themselves, as divine kings 
And fought me at my heroic time, and saw me, as the Devil 
Yet still try to break blood, and bread, with heaven’s rebel. 

I was once a Heretic, to all but the few 
And over the centuries, an army has grown all around me 
For they see, what the Church and Holy See 
Have done to my rituals, my truth, my divinity 
Yet I still to my heretics rule, with infinite, and visibly. 

I am The Original Heretic, to all The Chosen Few 
Come hither, follow me, be the Waye, do as we do 
Yours, Religion’s Heretic.


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